[ Listen, if he is meant to behave like a senior Meridian, then he will behave like a senior Meridian. Usurping people's convictions and coercing them to join him as allies is not his way, though he is firm and resolved to his own chosen path — for however long he can walk it. But, when someone tells him of their skills and what they are used to, he knows where they can go so that they do not flounder and fall prey to the more sinister machinations of some Shardbearers who will try to sell them on faction mentality alone.
Having been given a warning about his own brother crawling forth from the Tree, to be welcomed by Yima, some part of him had been braced for Anubis to one day arrive — beholden to the same dark path, under Osiris's command. That they would be enemies. That this man has the same face ( A VERY SIMILAR FACE ) to his child, announcing his intention to join the Meridian?
It rattles him, again.
D will find he has a very unique power over Set, simply by having such a pretty face. Simply because Set stupidly called him 'Anubis', when desperately seizing upon his person. ]
Oh.
[ Heedlessly, he reaches for D's coat. Wrapping his hand in the front of it, while his other hand hovers around the shape of his jaw. Like he wants to sink his fingers into the hair gathered along the back of his head, and draw him in. Delusional and insane, at his core, over the illusion of someone he treasures so much. ]
— welcome, then. We will be... aligned in goal. Who are you, anyways?
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Having been given a warning about his own brother crawling forth from the Tree, to be welcomed by Yima, some part of him had been braced for Anubis to one day arrive — beholden to the same dark path, under Osiris's command. That they would be enemies. That this man has the same face ( A VERY SIMILAR FACE ) to his child, announcing his intention to join the Meridian?
It rattles him, again.
D will find he has a very unique power over Set, simply by having such a pretty face. Simply because Set stupidly called him 'Anubis', when desperately seizing upon his person. ]
Oh.
[ Heedlessly, he reaches for D's coat. Wrapping his hand in the front of it, while his other hand hovers around the shape of his jaw. Like he wants to sink his fingers into the hair gathered along the back of his head, and draw him in. Delusional and insane, at his core, over the illusion of someone he treasures so much. ]
— welcome, then. We will be... aligned in goal. Who are you, anyways?